MICHAEL D. BROWN COLLECTED POEMS - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/Collection of poetry onlinehourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00while your gonehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/33699listening to the quiet hush of silence which cannot be enjoyed in your absence I wish for your voice as coming attractions. My name loves to be pronounced by your lips. I settle for the repetition of your trademark smile in my favorite photo. Our song reminds me of how close a man and woman can...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/26084Sports We admire our naked bodies like Olympic gold medals. We examine both sides carefully. We flip over heads or tails. We win either way. We have never lost an event. We are first in every heat. We break our own records for endurance. We represent our respective countries very well.Graduatinghttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/24526Lessons from life begin with the parental voices of experience. Until I learn about love school is never out. Teen years are difficult for my ears to believe in. Experiments come inspite of contraindications. Few things of value break when I am accountable for things in my periphery. I provide...The Book Coverhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/19432http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/14499Cleaning the Yard Today I found this old penny in the yard; its brown enough to be the ground camouflaged underneath wet leaves. The spring returns no matter how many of them we spend without discretion. I want to keep seasons in my savings jar. I'd keep a lid on the one that preserves the long...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/14493The only thing forbidden Find the apple bitten with no worm burgeoning past the cavity, centered green as fruit. The stem holds its attachment unplucked by any hand. The leaf falls alone finishing its task remaining aesthetic at all costs. The tree deserves more credit than it ever gets. Shadows...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/14491Thinking of you Holding my breath underwater indefinitely is much easier than living without you in my periphery. I smell your scent at the florist shop everytime I purchase the rarest Rose. My eyes open from sound sleep when your dreaming quietly next to me. We find an anniversary to celebrate...The laundry roomhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/michaeld.browncollection/14483In the laundry room You call out my name During every spin cycle. Something's are so deeply Embedded they may never come out. I fold you With care before I stack you On clean sheets. No bleach can rinse These thoughts In my head. Michael D. Brown